When he was fifteen, my son fell from the fifteenth floor. He was lucky: he fell into the only tree in the Waterloo Building, and he survived. He’s forty years old now, he’s working, and he’s living just down the road.
I cared for one lady in one building down from me. When she died, I had a bit of a rest, and came back here.
I do Oz Harvest on Monday.
We’ve got a quiet building with lots of elderly people. No yelling and screaming.
The centre has changed for the better since Roy, Sacha and Kira took over.